In a week, these men will be gone and you will never see them again, so who cares what they think of you?Stuart leans in and whispers in your ear that...they are staying at The Berkeley and invites you back. You feel a flutter in your stomach that he is asking you back for sex, especially as if you get a taxi with them it will be obvious to the others why you are going back. But then you remember that it doesn’t matter if they think you are a local slut, and your desire for sex makes you forget. ." I know," Helena shrugged. "I'm not sure how rich he is. I don't know if anyone knows, even him. But he's never been extravagant. Think of the apartment Betty and Naomi and I shared in the Tenderloin. Think of the Knob Hill suite he lived in, which could have been the penthouse or a much fancier suite in a newer hotel. He could have owned that jet we used to fly to Las Vegas, but he borrowed it from a minion just like he borrowed the mansion we're staying in in Boston. I think he's careful. She closed her eyes and couldn’t stop remembering when Apollo was fucking her from behind. Apollo’s cock may have been bigger but not much bigger. She started to moan to show how she was enjoying him. He got faster but it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon. He kept going. The pleasure was building inside her and she was getting close. She was so wet that was dripping on the floor. Every time he was pounding her his balls would make a loud smack against her clit. His balls felt. 000 Gold coins as well as a free mansion in the ritzy noble hill district of Rasheul! Swagalicious!”Excluding the clerks questionable attitude, everything seemed fairly standard for such a competition. But of course the Rasheul Great Slave Tournament wouldn't attract tourists from well beyond the Free Cities if it wasn't for that one peculiarity that made it so enticing.The girl gave me a huge grin.“There is one single, major rule that is a huge biggie. If you die in a battle, whatever dude..